Lightbeam (feat. NoCap) (Explicit)

Lightbeam (feat. NoCap) (Explicit) - Lil Skies/NoCap

Lyrics by：Kimetrius Foose/Tony T. Son

I just told Richie we rich

Yeah smoking out the pound of P

I got a plan like Master P

Told her everything ain't what it seem

Okay you got a light on you a beam

I'm the king of all her dreams

Super fresh like Listerine

Okay shawty I got lots of teams

Mardi Gras a party ting

Open up don't tell a thing

Okay keep a secret ride with me

Drop the top and catch a vibe

Pockets on the lottery

Yeah balling we spendin the bag

If I give you everything

Would you go pop these tags

If I was down bad

Would you give all you had

I just wanna make you laugh

I don't wanna make you mad

I don't wanna make you sad

I just wanna make you glad yeah

Swervin' off up in the car

Babygirl goin' too fast

Babygirl gotta brag

Babygirl way too different

Shawty she don't ever listen

I'm Jordan she Scottie Pippen

Ayy go to the moon for a vacay

That is my lil' baby

She be drivin' me cray-cray

Might load up my AK

I'ma walk down right on that street

I'ma tell that boy come to me

I'ma tell him to take a seat

I'ma shoot him and his BB

Oh yeah

Drivin' the car that suburban

Lil' baby go sit on my lap

She ridin' my dick while I'm swervin'

I busted my nuts on her tits

She seein' my kids in person

And she keep a glock in the girdle

Pull it out and she makin' 'em hurdle

Oh yeah she makin' 'em nervous

One-five we keep it the service

And I got the drugs like a merchant

Cap callin' he sayin' it's urgent

He callin' he check on my purchase

I got it my n***a I earned it

I flipped it and sold it and burned it

I went to the land with the Persians

Yeah smoking out the pound of P

I got a plan like Master P

Told her everything ain't what it seem

Okay you got a light on you a beam

I'm the king of all her dreams

Super fresh like Listerine

Okay shawty I got lots of teams

Mardi Gras a party ting

Open up don't tell a thing

Okay keep a secret ride with me

Drop the top and catch a vibe

Pockets on the lottery

Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh it be like

Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh yeah

If I go to the grave it's

Gon' be hard to replace me

Cartier shades just to hide intoxication

I go crazy for that money insane for that paper

I got shooters on demand we ain't payin' for no cable

Vampire count that money in the dark

I tote that stingray but I know that I'm a shark

I split that lil' b***h wig then

I tell her play her part

I still'll shoot this b***h

I know I'm hangin' 'round stars

You in my hand somethin' like sanitizer

And I won't argue 'bout who get higher

I ain't stuntin' that n***a 'cause I get way flyer

Eat every beat that I'm on these tracks like appetizers

Ayy Lil Skies you good what you on

Yeah smoking out the pound of P

I got a plan like Master P

Told her everything ain't what it seem

Okay you got a light on you a beam

I'm the king of all her dreams

Super fresh like Listerine

Okay shawty I got lots of teams

Mardi Gras a party ting

Open up don't tell a thing

Okay keep a secret ride with me

Drop the top and catch a vibe

Pockets on the lottery